I don't know what happened to this little thing in recent days. Didn't I take good care of myself in these days? I always feel that she has lost a lot of weight. It seems that she has lost a lot of weight in a round place. Alas I feel so sad.
It was not easy to raise her a little bit more round and mellow, and after a few days, she hit the prototype again.
"Alas!" The tree sighed after him again. It was funny.
In the eyes of a pair of water hyacinth, there was a smile.
"I am the husband." He leaned up to her and whispered softly, "I'm husband, baby."
He repeated it several times, and the breath lingered in her ears. Although she had not recovered her touch and felt his closeness, she always felt very strange in the bottom of her heart.
This man is really pretty!
One end of the lake is like a waterfall and green silk, which spreads gently with the wind.
At this time, he sat on the big rock with her, holding the little one in his arms. He looked down at her with his black eyes, as if to carve her into the bone marrow, and never intended to let go.
The deep feeling engraved in the eyes, even if the little guy is a person who has lost love and love, and has no feeling at present, can almost feel something wrong.
It's too strong!
The tree stretched out his small hand and pushed away the handsome face of the ink lotus.
Lake wind, gently blowing his jade white robe, jade belt against the wind blowing slightly, as he gave her at the moment, very ethereal.
Strange man!
"Husband?" She blinked.
That silly little look, fell in the eyes of Mo Lian, very human.
"Yes, sir!"
The tree moved its lower leg and thought anxiously that the man was clearly hindering her cultivation, but why couldn't she give him a hand?
It is said that those who hinder her cultivation should be wiped out, but miss Qiao doesn't want to do it.
Well, maybe it's because he looks good.
A roasted golden drumstick flickered in front of the tree.
The tree blinked and blinked again. For a moment, he thought it was an illusion, so he put out his hand and pinched his jade like cheek.
"Does it hurt? Husband. " Asked baby Qiao.
"Sizzle" is really powerful! Mo Lian frowned and nodded honestly.
The arbor reached for the chicken leg and took a bite. His little hand rubbed greasily on his white robe sleeve.
Mo Lian chuckled, lowered her head around her waist, leaned over her head and kissed her on her white and pink face. She said to herself, "no matter how his Joe becomes, it's his.".
Even if she doesn't remember him for a while, it doesn't matter, it will always remind him of him again!
What's more, Mo Lian doubted that the reason why Qiao Qiao had become like this was probably related to Ding Yun of Beijing villa.
What medicine did Ding Yun give her?
It must be!
Look at that guy's lewd appearance. He just fed his baby medicine and wanted to force his baby to stay by his side.
Yeah, that must be the truth!
No matter how clever ink lotus is, it probably won't come to mind.
The reason why arbor is like this is that she drew the death talisman to bleed the pit!
When the tree has eaten the drumsticks, the greasy little hands are wiped clean on his clean robe. Only then can the hands and feet move and be separated from his arms, and go to the water to continue cultivation.